I weep, I cry at the sound of “No”,
I sob, I wail yet no tears flow:
This is the extent of my sorrow.

That night the moon flew high in the sky,
Bird of hope, pretty does it fly:
But it was a crow, not a swallow.

Harbinger of death, my doom draws near,
My mind overwhelmed by fear:
In this constant pain do I wallow.

All of my dreams for the future,
Hopes toward a tomorrow:
Their place still warm, but now hollow.

If my love for you does turn cold,
You achieve the dream you hold:
What will I do? This I do not know...

Will I be able to love the same?
Will my passion ever burn bright again, like a flame?
…
Only for you.